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The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2191-"Justin never even proposed to you, nor did you two have a wedding. Three years ago it didn't happen, and he still hasn't done it now. He never gave you a proper diamond engagement ring either. How can he call himself your husband? Ridiculous!" Christopher remarked.

He gently took Bella's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly, then slipping a large, pear-shaped pink diamond ring onto her finger.

Bella wanted nothing more than to rip the ring off and throw it into the sea, but she was paralyzed, forced to let Christopher do as he pleased.

"Justin is too indecisive. He won your heart, yet he's a coward, always hesitating. Such a weak and cowardly man is truly unworthy of you," Christopher sneered as he held her hand, now adorned with the ring, against his chest. His eyes blazed with a desperate, obsessive fervor.

"What he can't give you, I can. We'll have a romantic wedding here on Rose Island. The animals and the birds in the sky will be our witnesses. I have a vast rose field here, and every morning, I will pick the freshest, most vibrant roses for you. Isn't this the life you always dreamed of?"

"I did dream of it, but only if I were with Justin!" Bella glared at him with intense hatred, her voice firm as she spoke. "With you, none of this means anything! Christopher, no matter how much you scheme or how many tricks you play, your heart is nothing but a barren wasteland. It is incapable of growing roses and they will never bloom!"

Christopher's smile stiffened, his pale complexion of his face growing even more eerie and cold.

But he promptly regained his composure. His long, slender fingers encircled the back of her neck. He lowered his eyelids, leaning closer as if to claim the lips he had kissed countless times in his fantasies.

"Where is Mrs. Iverson?" Bella, desperate to avoid his kiss, blurted out the question.

Christopher's heart ached, and he paused.

Bella noticed the deep sorrow that suddenly clouded his dark eyes behind the golden-rimmed glasses. Sensing something amiss, she pressed him urgently, "What happened to Mrs. Iverson?!"

Christopher's heart ached as he answered, "My mother has passed away,"

Bella's mind buzzed with shock. "When?!"

"On the day we boarded the plane to Rose Island, she sadly passed away," Christopher said, his hand growing cold. Perhaps feeling guilty, he avoided Bella's piercing gaze.

But Bella was not easily deceived. Her keen eyes noticed every subtle change in his expression.

Suddenly, she realized something, and her chest tightened as she stared at him with wide, accusing eyes. Bella exclaimed, "No... No, that's not right! Mrs. Iverson's condition didn't worsen because of my words. It was you! You did something behind the scenes!"

Christopher pretended to be shocked. "Bella, how could it have been me? You know my mother's

condition. Her health was already failing. The doctors said she wouldn't live to see the next year. At such a time, of course, I would want to be with her during her final days... How could I harm her? She was my mother, my only family!"

But the small, subtle clues instantly clicked together in Bella's mind.

"If that were true, you should have rushed her to the hospital, doing everything you could to save her. But instead, you took her straight to Rose Island, which means you never intended to save her from the beginning!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2192-A cold glint reflected off Christopher's glasses. As his emotional wounds were painfully laid bare, a savage, beast-like bloodlust surfaced within him. The shame, frustration, and vulnerability stirred up something within him.

"Bella... I know you hate me, but you can't accuse me like this..." His voice wavered between defensiveness and desperation.

"Accuse you? Christopher, you really are out of your mind! If you dared to do it, why can't you admit it?" Bella stared at his pale, sinister face with nothing but searing hatred.

"Mrs. Iverson's condition seemed to have gotten worse because of my words, but when she convulsed and foamed at the mouth, I knew something was wrong! You once mentioned that your mother had a weak heart, but when I checked her pupils and pulse, it wasn't consistent with a heart attack or even epilepsy! Later, her skin developed red blotches, and now, given your behavior, I have every reason to believe that she was poisoned. You must have injected her with some toxin beforehand! She was poisoned to death!" Christopher's hand, wrapped tightly around her waist, tensed further, the veins on the back of his pale hand bulging as his eyes flashed with a murderous gleam.

"Christopher... Have you not taken enough lives and caused enough damage? How could you bring yourself to hurt and kill your own mother? How could you do such a thing?" Bella spoke with disbelief and anguish.

"Bella, do you know? Your strength is in your intelligence, but your flaw is being too clever," Christopher laughed, but it was a twisted, sorrowful sound, more akin to crying, "Why did I do this... Others might not understand, but you do, don't you?"

He grabbed her chin with so much force, as if he might crush the delicate bone beneath his fingers. "I did it all for you... It's all for you!" Christopher screamed, his voice ragged and broken, as if his vocal cords had been torn.

He was vicious, ruthless, and inhumane to everyone. Yet toward Bella, he had never lost his temper, not even once since he was a child.

He had never yelled at her like this, like a madman.

Christopher's chest was a tangled mess of contradictory feelings-love and hate, resentment and rage, frustration and anguish.

These emotions had been bottled up for so long that they had festered and bred like parasites within him. By the time he wanted to turn back, it was too late. He had become a dehumanized monster, completely out of control and filled with regret.

"My mother... Even if I hadn't killed her, she wouldn't have had much time left. In the end, she would have died in extreme pain. I merely spared her the prolonged suffering." Christopher's dark eyes burned with a crazed intensity.

His tone softened as he pressed his trembling lips to Bella's ear, whispering gently, "If I hadn't done it, would you have willingly followed me onto that plane? Getting you here would've been a lot harder. I had only one chance, and I couldn't afford to fail. So, I let my mother help me. Even though she's gone, I think... She'd forgive me because she loved me. I'm her only son."

The overwhelming emotions of pain and despair were clearly felt.

Though Bella remained composed on the outside, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "What happened to A cold glint reflected off Christopher's glasses. As his emotional wounds were painfully laid bare, a savage, beast-like bloodlust surfaced within him. The shame, frustration, and vulnerability stirred up something within him.

"Bella... I know you hate me, but you can't accuse me like this..." His voice wavered between defensiveness and desperation.

"Accuse you? Christopher, you really are out of your mind! If you dared to do it, why can't you admit it?" Bella stared at his pale, sinister face with nothing but searing hatred.

"Mrs. Iverson's condition seemed to have gotten worse because of my words, but when she convulsed and foamed at the mouth, I knew something was wrong! You once mentioned that your mother had a weak heart, but when I checked her pupils and pulse, it wasn't consistent with a heart attack or even epilepsy! Later, her skin developed red blotches, and now, given your behavior, I have every reason to believe that she was poisoned. You must have injected her with some toxin beforehand! She was poisoned to death!" Christopher's hand, wrapped tightly around her waist, tensed further, the veins on the back of his pale hand bulging as his eyes flashed with a murderous gleam.

"Christopher... Have you not taken enough lives and caused enough damage? How could you bring yourself to hurt and kill your own mother? How could you do such a thing?" Bella spoke with disbelief and anguish.

"Bella, do you know? Your strength is in your intelligence, but your flaw is being too clever," Christopher laughed, but it was a twisted, sorrowful sound, more akin to crying, "Why did I do this... Others might not understand, but you do, don't you?"

He grabbed her chin with so much force, as if he might crush the delicate bone beneath his fingers. "I did it all for you... It's all for you!" Christopher screamed, his voice ragged and broken, as if his vocal cords had been torn.

He was vicious, ruthless, and inhumane to everyone. Yet toward Bella, he had never lost his temper, not even once since he was a child.

He had never yelled at her like this, like a madman.

Christopher's chest was a tangled mess of contradictory feelings-love and hate, resentment and rage, frustration and anguish.

These emotions had been bottled up for so long that they had festered and bred like parasites within him. By the time he wanted to turn back, it was too late. He had become a dehumanized monster, completely out of control and filled with regret.

"My mother... Even if I hadn't killed her, she wouldn't have had much time left. In the end, she would have died in extreme pain. I merely spared her the prolonged suffering." Christopher's dark eyes burned with a crazed intensity.

His tone softened as he pressed his trembling lips to Bella's ear, whispering gently, "If I hadn't done it, would you have willingly followed me onto that plane? Getting you here would've been a lot harder. I had only one chance, and I couldn't afford to fail. So, I let my mother help me. Even though she's gone, I think... She'd forgive me because she loved me. I'm her only son."

The overwhelming emotions of pain and despair were clearly felt.

Though Bella remained composed on the outside, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "What happened to.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2193-Despite Drew's composure, Yvonne could tell he was on the brink of falling apart. If she said one more word, even just a gentle reassurance, it would cause the emotions he was barely holding back to come crashing down all at once.

"Ash... Justin..." As soon as Drew saw his family, the usually defiant and strong man started trembling uncontrollably. Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, he finally broke down in tears.

"Drew, don't cry." Asher stepped forward to embrace his younger brother, his large hand gently patting Drew's back. "Crying won't solve anything. The most important thing right now is to rescue Bella."

"It's all my fault... It's all my damn fault!" Drew slapped himself hard. "I neglected Bella... I lost our little sister! I deserve to die!"

"Drew, it's not your fault," Justin said as he walked over with heavy steps. His eyes were red, and his usually bright eyes were now sunken from exhaustion. "If anyone is to blame, it's me. I'm Bella's husband. I promised everyone that I would protect her... But I messed everything up. I'm sorry."

He messed everything up.

He had said the same thing when he learned that Bella had lost their child. But now, the weight of those words was a thousand times heavier, weighing on him heavily.

"Bella...?!" Camilla cried out when she saw Yvonne, who looked almost identical to her sister. She ran forward and hugged Yvonne tightly.

"Camilla, this isn't Bella. She's Drew's girlfriend," Edward said, staring at Yvonne's face with astonishment, momentarily dazed. He still reached out to embrace Camilla's shoulders, gently comforting her. "We're all here. You're too tired. Let's go upstairs and rest, okay?"

Seeing that Camilla was insistent on staying, Yvonne softly said, "Camilla..."

Hearing that familiar voice, Camilla covered her mouth, crying uncontrollably.

"I will accompany you upstairs to rest, okay?" Yvonne asked, imitating Bella's tone and mannerisms. Surprisingly, it worked. Because of that face, the mentally exhausted Camilla was indeed soothed by Yvonne's presence. With Yvonne's support, they slowly headed upstairs.

The living room was left in silence.

Drew watched Yvonne's back, his tear-filled eyes blurry, his heart feeling like it was being torn apart.

Yvonne had always hated being Bella's substitute. It was a mark of shame that Christopher had forever imprinted on her body and soul.

But now she had no choice but to take on Bella's role to comfort Camilla, who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Drew, we already looked into it. The helicopter that took Bella was heading toward the southern sea," Ralph said once everyone calmed down a bit. "If I were Christopher, I'd definitely take Bella away from the mainland. I wouldn't stay in the mountains, as it's hard to escape and there's a lack of supplies. But even though the helicopter was heading south, it might have changed course. Still, it's a lead. We can start searching the islands in the southern region of Sentania."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2194-"Then let's search! Search for her! Search every single one of them!" Drew wiped his tears fiercely, his eyes extremely red as if bleeding. "I'll inform Declan and have him send as many reinforcements as possible to Sentania!"

"I already informed Declan, although I really didn't want to," Asher said, barely smiling. He took a deep breath. "Right now, we need to stabilize the situation at home while also using every resource we have to search for Bella. Declan is already on his way to Sentania. He has the authority to mobilize part of his forces."

Justin stared at Asher, his dark eyes filled with anxiety and determination. "Declan holds a high position. If he takes action on his own, I fear it might draw criticism and affect his career."

"Career, status... What does any of that matter?" Drew's heart ached again, his eyes brimming with tears. "What could be more important than Bella? We'll leave tomorrow... No, we'll leave soon!"

"Drew, calm down!" Ralph stepped forward, grabbing Drew's arm. He had always known his brother was impulsive, but he didn't expect him to be this impulsive.

"It's already pitch dark outside; it will only make the search more difficult! Making a move now would be pointless! Besides, Yvonne is still here. She's still weak, and you've finally reunited with her... Even if we need to go, you should stay tonight and spend time with her."

When Yvonne was mentioned, Drew fell silent, closing his eyes in guilt and frustration.

"Tomorrow morning, we'll split into three teams and search the southern sea's islands," Justin said, his jaw tight as he turned to Edward. "Edward, I also need you to use all the resources you have to search other areas for Bella's whereabouts. It's crucial to monitor the entire airspace over Sentania to see if any suspicious planes have flown over."

"Bella... She willingly walked into Christopher's trap for me." Edward's eyes turned red with pain and guilt. "Justin, don't worry. Even if it costs me everything, I will bring Bella back to you!"

In the cold, solemn stillness of the Presidential House at dawn, Yvonne finally managed to calm Camilla.

Under the guidance of a doctor, Yvonne gave Camilla some sleeping pills. Only then did the exhausted Camilla fall into a deep sleep.

Back in her room, Yvonne buried her head under the covers, quietly sobbing.

Seeing Drew in such pain and guilt, she felt all his emotions a thousand times over.

Bella had been taken by Christopher, while she and Taylor, who were both supposed to be dead, had merely been decoys, luring everyone away so Christopher could execute his true plan.

Yvonne felt that she should be the one to bear the responsibility.

She was nothing but a cheap imitation of Bella. Because she was saved, the precious Bella was lost... Yvonne shut her eyes tightly, crying uncontrollably under the covers.

She did not know how long she had been crying when she felt the blanket being lifted, and a strong masculine scent approached. She was soon enveloped in a warm, solid embrace.

Her trembling back pressed against Drew's strong chest.

She could hear his heavy, muffled breathing and felt his arms tightening around her waist as if he were

about to break her in half.

Drew and Yvonne were both struggling to control their emotions.

Yvonne knew he needed her support, but she couldn't bring herself to face him. In the end, Drew took the initiative, gently pulling Yvonne's trembling body closer, his strong hand on her lower back.

Her soft, white nightgown stood out against his dark clothing, creating a captivating, intimate scene.

If Bella had not gone missing, Drew wouldn't have been able to restrain his burning desire in such a situation. He would have long taken the woman he had longed for, day and night.

But now, his thoughts were in chaos. His mind was filled with only one thing finding Bella. His heart was in turmoil, his thoughts jumbled. Everything was a mess.

"Why are you crying? Hmm?" Drew still forced himself to stay composed, kissing away the tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." Yvonne buried her small face in his chest, her voice breaking.

"Don't say that. No one can blame my woman," Drew gently comforted her, his large hand caressing her neck, gently massaging it. "It was us brothers who were careless. It's our fault."

Yvonne choked up, struggling to speak. "If it weren't for me..."

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't think like that," Drew said in a deep, firm voice.

He was terrified that Yvonne would blame herself for what happened to Bella, spiraling into endless guilt and self-loathing, eventually doing something beyond his control.

Drew loved Bella, and he loved Yvonne too.

They were two different kinds of love, but both equally intense and irreplaceable.

In the quiet of the night, they embraced in silence, kissing deeply for a long time.

"Drew." Yvonne rested her head on his strong arms, her trembling fingers tracing his handsome features.

"Hmm?" Drew's voice was soft, warm, and sensual.

"When Bella is found safe and sound, I want to do something."

Although Drew wanted to say she could do anything she wanted, he was still curious and asked,

"What is it?"

"I want to have plastic surgery," Yvonne said, her swollen eyes closing slightly, tears welling at the corners. "I want to get my old face back. I want to be myself again...."

Drew felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes welling up with tears as he hugged her even tighter. "Alright, I'll go with you. I'll help you find the Yvonne you used to be."

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2195-Bella's phone had long since disappeared, and there was no television or computer in the room. She had no idea how many days had passed since she arrived on this isolated island.

The heavy doses of anesthetics injected into her had left her awake but paralyzed from the neck down, rendering her a beautiful yet despairing living corpse.

The luxurious, cold room was suffocatingly silent, so much so that not even the sound of wind or waves could be heard, which showed that the house was a considerable distance from the sea.

This was Christopher's meticulously crafted prison for her.

Bella's delicate body lay on the bed, her original clothes long gone, replaced with a thin red lace nightgown, making her appear like a vibrant yet sorrowful rose alive but slowly withering away.

The nightgown was changed for her by the maids on the island.

Although Christopher was ruthless and brutal to everyone else, he had never physically forced himself on Bella, refraining from taking her by force.

He truly loved her to the core, and he could not bear to see her cry.

Bella lay motionless, staring out the window. The orange-red sunset gradually dimmed, and as the sun set, the color drained from her pale, delicate face, leaving only a heartbreaking pallor.

She closed her swollen, sore eyes, tears welling up, but she bit down hard to stop them from falling.

She did not know how much time had passed when she heard the door open, followed by the familiar sound of cold, steady footsteps approaching.

"Bella, it's time to eat," Christopher said softly, carrying a tray to the bedside, his voice gentle. "I made this myself; everything is your favorite."

Bella turned her pale face away from him.

Though she could not move, every nerve in her body recoiled in disgust and resistance at his presence. Christopher gazed down at her.

The silk nightgown clung to her delicate, voluptuous figure, her long black hair spilling over the pillow, framing her exhausted, fragile face. The sight stirred within him a powerful urge to possess her completely.

"You haven't eaten or drunk anything since you arrived. If you keep this up, your body won't be able to take it," Christopher said as he set the tray on the bedside table and sat beside her.

His cool, firm hand grasped her slender ankle, trembling as it slowly moved upward. His voice was hoarse, tinged with restraint. "Getting angry at me won't help. Why torture yourself like this? You don't want to die, and you're always thinking about escaping from me. So shouldn't you take care of yourself, eat well, and stay strong?"

"Heh…" Bella scoffed, her red eyes gleaming as her parched lips curled into a bitter smile.

"I'm like a living corpse now, unable to move. What difference does it make if I eat or not?" "Bella, you're trying to manipulate me." Christopher chuckled, his eyes filled with love. "We've grown up together, so no one knows you better than I do. You're using reverse psychology on me, hoping I'll stop giving you anesthetics so you can find a way to resist me and escape. Bella, if I could, I wouldn't use drugs on you. But you're too clever. If I'm not careful, you'll find a way to escape. I've risked everything to have you, and I can't lose you. Never!"

As his hand reached beneath her gown, he felt her body tremble in fear. Startled, he clenched his teeth and withdrew his hand, though the desire to have her burned within him.

"The food you made looks like shit to me," Bella said through gritted teeth, her nose flaring with hatred as she refused to even look at him. "I won't eat it. Now leave. I don't want to see you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Christopher grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Just have some soup, okay?" Christopher's smile was soft as he leaned his forehead against hers, their noses touching.

If one ignored the hatred in her eyes, they might have seemed like a pair of inseparable lovers. "It's fish soup. I caught the fish this morning and prepared it fresh. Do you remember when we were kids? You took me to the lake at Yara Park to catch fish. The sight of you in those little red rain boots, wading into the water to catch fish, has been etched in my heart ever since… I'll never forget it."

To Bella, his affectionate words only made her stomach churn.

Christopher gently rubbed her cracked lips with his thumb, his heart aching for her. "You must be so thirsty. Let me give you some water first."

He picked up a cup, placed the rim against her lips, and began to pour water into her mouth.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2196-All the water ran down Bella's chin as she refused to swallow a single drop.

"Bella, you're so disobedient. But I would expect nothing less from you." Christopher's eyes narrowed as he took a sip himself, then he suddenly gripped her chin tightly, forcing her mouth open.

"Mmmph―!"

The man's cool lips pressed down on hers, sucking and probing, slowly passing the water into her mouth. Then he lingered, unwilling to pull away, savoring the sweetness of her lips. He felt heady and intoxicated.

Bella burned with rage, her fists clenched tightly as her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms. She wanted nothing more than to bite down hard on the tongue that was tormenting her. Anticipating this, Christopher held her jaw so firmly that she was unable to close her mouth, leaving her powerless to his whims.

Breathing heavily, Christopher reluctantly withdrew from her lips. Immediately, Bella spat out all the water in her mouth right onto his face. "Bella." Christopher was drenched and embarrassed, his expression darkening.

"You must be furious, right? So angry you're about to lose your mind? Go ahead, kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!" Bella's eyes glistened with tears as she screamed hysterically.

Christopher gazed at her pitifully, lifting a hand to gently wipe away the droplets on her chin.

"Bella, you know I'll never do that. But if you insist on acting this way, you'll live each day in unbearable pain."

"Actually, you're wrong." Bella laughed bitterly. "I never even thought about escaping. I've been thinking about how to kill you."

"Then you should eat well and regain your strength. Otherwise, how will you achieve your goal?" Christopher's lips curled up as he reached for the bowl of soup. "Eat up! Fill yourself up, and then come kill me. But if you fail, you'll have no choice but to marry me."

"What are you saying…?" Bella managed to whisper.

"These past few days, I've been preparing for our wedding. All the preparations are almost done."

Christopher kissed the corner of her mouth and nuzzled her cheek.

ne "Soon, we'll be a real married couple. These past few days, I haven't touched you because I wanted to give you the ultimate sense of ceremony. Our first union should be on our wedding night…" Bella was shocked and furious as her body trembled violently. "You want me to marry you, a murderous demon? I'll die before that happens, and I always keep my word!"

Christopher smiled brazenly, the utterly shameless man.

Ket "In the Old Testament, God killed more people than the Devil. So I don't think my actions are unforgivable. God will forgive frie, and those I've killed will forgive me when they are in heaven." In the end, Bella did not eat. She only drank a few sips of water, enduring the suffering until late at night. The intense hunger sapped her strength, leaving her lightheaded.

She was overwhelmed by a sense of despair. Regardless of the amount of physical pain she had to endure, it still paled in comparison to the thought of marrying Christopher.

As she curled up in the fetal position, Bella felt distant and disconnected. In her haze, she heard Christopher talking on the phone. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to open her eyes.

Christopher stood by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, with his back to her.

"What's the matter? You haven't made up your mind yet?"

Bella could only hear Christopher's voice.

“Sir, the drug is too potent. I'm worried Bella's body won't be able to withstand it."

Christopher kept his tone respectful and sounded genuinely concerned. "This drug is the perfect solution and could even erase her memories of Justin. But… I love her. I can' bear to see her suffer."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2197-Bella's ears perked up as she heard the words "memory loss". Her entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and her heart clenched at the thought. She thought, 'What drug? What memory loss? What exactly is Christopher planning to do to me?!' "Bella is stubborn by nature, wild, and untamable. If you don't give her the drug, don't even dream of using your sincerity to win her over and trying to make her completely devoted to you. If that were possible, Justin wouldn't still be in the picture, and it wouldn't have dragged on until today, would it?” "But Bella once lost a child, and her health has never been the same."

Christopher took a deep breath to ease the pain in his chest, as if the child Bella lost had been his own. "If the drug only erased Bella's memories, that would be great. But it also contains many banned substances, and the clinical trial reports from the RC Biotech Research Centre clearly state that its effects are extremely unstable, potentially causing severe side effects! Bella is just a fragile young woman. What if it harms her? I love her! I can't bear to see her suffer by my side!"

Bella's eyes widened, bloodshot. Her heart was pounding from the conversation she was hearing. She struggled to steady her breathing, straining to listen intently.

She knew the person calling Christopher had to be the mastermind hiding in the shadows, the one controlling everything from behind the scenes. Unfortunately, she was too far away and could not hear the other speaker.

"Sir, please… Just this once, let me make the decision!" Christopher pleaded.

Grant's voice was cold and biting, each word driving nails into Christopher's heart. "If I let you make the decision, you'll only end up regretting your foolish choice. The drug must be given to Bella. This is a direct order!"

Grant suddenly let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Unless, of course, you think you've already achieved your goal and no longer want to follow my orders. In that case, forget what I said."

Christopher's heart wrenched, his hands trembling as they clenched tightly. "My life belongs to you, sir. I would never betray you, even in death." He knew all too well that he was now a fallen giant.

Grant had eyes and ears everywhere; if angered, Christopher would not only put himself in danger, but Bella's situation would become extremely perilous. He had no choice but to continue being obedient dog. His fate had been sealed the moment he was cast out of Savrow 15 years ago, leaving him with no other options. l "Sir, I beg you" Christopher leaned against the glass doors, supporting his body that was on the brink of collapse If Bella and I can successfully marry and become husband and wife, could you please not use the drug on her? I'm begging you…" There was a long silence on the other end.

Bella stared at Christopher's shadowed figure, her heart filled with overwhelming terror. Could there really be such a drug in this et worldzone that could erase all memories, including the memory of the one she loved most… Would she forget him completely too? Bella clutched the bedsheet tightly, hot tears rolling down her face. How could she forget Justin?

She met him for the first time when she was eleven, and she had been captivated by him at first sight. For the next 13 years, she endured countless hardships, waded through blood and storms, and finally found her way back to him. How could she forget him?!

Bella squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her hand over her heart. She could only feel an empty cavity full of longing.

"If you're so eager to conquer her, I'll give you that chance."

…

Perhaps it was from overwhelming sorrow, or maybe it was the effect of the anesthesia, but Bella slept for a long time. When she finally opened her swollen eyes, the first thing she saw was Christopher.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2198-"Bella, you're finally awake!"

Christopher tightly grasped her hand, rubbing and kissing it with an almost desperate tenderness. "You slept for an entire day and night, and I was terrified… I was so scared something might be wrong with you. While you were asleep, I had a doctor come and give you glucose. You can't keep starving yourself. Even if you hate me to the core, it's not worth punishing yourself like this, is it?"

Bella was a doctor herself, and she knew her body was close to its limit. As much as she loathed him, Christopher was right. If she wanted to kill him, she needed to regain her strength first.

"I want meat." Bella spoke without looking at him.

For the first time in five days, Christopher received a non-hostile response from Bella. His eyes lit up. "Alright… I'll have the kitchen prepare it right now! Bella, it'll be ready soon. Just wait!"

Within an hour, the kitchen had prepared a table full of delicacies for her.

Two maids helped her get ready while pushing her around in a wheelchair. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, her face regained a hint of color, but her cheeks remained sunken in.

Christopher's gaze darkened with desire as he strode forward and lifted her from the wheelchair, holding her tightly against his chest.

Bella was flooded with hatred, but she was too weak to resist.

He carried her to the dining room. He kept her on his lap as he sat down, nestled within his arms.

"You're not well, so I'll feed you, Bella."

He gazed at her with deep affection, cutting the steak into small pieces and patiently feeding her.

It was common knowledge on Rose Island that Christopher's patience was reserved for Bella alone.

Bella mechanically ate the steak, bite after bite, until the plate was clean. Her once bright and lively eyes were now dull and lifeless.

"Good girl."

Christopher beamed with joy, as he gently stroked her cheek. "Eat well, gain some weight, and you'll look beautiful in the wedding dress. Of course, my Bella is already very beautiful now."

The thought of the memory-erasing drug made Bella tremble. She did not dare resist his intention to marry her too fiercely, but she also would not give in or try to please him. She simply remained silent.

The once proud and unyielding young lady was now at her limit, unable to fight any longer.

"Rest for a while, and later I'll take you to see the rose fields I've grown just for you. I've planned to have the ceremony there." Christopher picked up a napkin and gently wiped her mouth clean.

Bella remained silent and expressionless.

Her silence filled Christopher's heart with overwhelming joy. He believed that finally, after five days and nights of torment, she had accepted her fate. Even if she still hated him, she was too exhausted to struggle any longer.

Even so, he was still too cautious to skip her anesthetic injection, though he did allow himself to reduce the dosage slightly.

Suddenly, a servant rushed in.

"Mr. Iverson."

"What is it?" Christopher asked coldly as he continued to feed Bella.

"There's a guest on the island."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2199-Bella trembled in Christopher's arms. She felt a flicker of hope. 'Could it be Justin? Could it be her brothers? Have they finally found me?!' Intense emotions crashed within her, and tears welled up in her eyes. However, she was under the influence of drugs-her limbs were weak, devoid of any strength, making it impossible for her to struggle out of his embrace.

"A guest?"

Christopher's face instantly soured. "How many?"

"Just one… a man."

The tension in Christopher's heart did not ease upon hearing this.

Before he could respond, a series of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, unimpeded, as they made their way directly into the dining room.

"Mr. Iverson." The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Bella's heartbeat quickened as she looked over. What she saw was earth-shattering.

Her pupils contracted sharply as she stared unblinkingly at the man's familiar face-a face deeply etched in her heart. Her heart was pounding heavily inside her chest as her breath quickened.

"Hugh… Hugh!" Bella's eyes were red, and she cried out with all her might.

Everything she had been holding back burst forth. All the pain, the longing, and the suppressed fear overwhelmed her like a flood. She wept like a child, tears streaming down her face, shattering the image of the once proud lady.

The man who stood before her looked exactly like her dead brother, Hugh. He remained expressionless. His eyes were devoid of any emotion-like a cold, lifeless machine.

Jace cast a disdainful look at the tear-streaked Bella before turning his indifferent gaze to Christopher. "Our Boss has sent me to help you."

"Are you really here to help me?" Christopher's voice strained as he stared at the man's face.

"Why do you care so much? You're no longer the influential Mr. Iverson you once were," Jace said, raising an eyebrow. "Surely having another helper would ultimately bring you more good than harm, right?"

Christopher felt a sharp sting in his heart. He knew what that face meant to Bella. Grant was a meticulous strategist who never made a wrong move. There was only one possibility— bringing Jace before Bella was intentional!

Bella stared at the man, salty tears slipping into her mouth. This man was also under the command of the person behind Christopher.

If he truly was Hugh, then why did everything about him seem different? His voice, his tone, his eyes… Nothing was the same, but surely she could not be mistaken about this!

Even when Yvonne had surgery to resemble her, there were still subtle differences upon closer inspection. Plastic surgery could not create an exact replica, as every person had their own unique essence. It was impossible to become a perfect copy of a real person. Why did this man have Hugh's exact face? If this was not Hugh, who else could he be?

"I've traveled a long way, and I'm hungry." Jace casually pulled out a chair by the dining table and sat down without hesitation. "Mr. Iverson, I'm still a guest. You should prepare a fresh meal for me. I don't eat leftovers."

Christopher's eyes darkened as he stiffly ordered the servants. "Go prepare 'our guest' a new meal."

"I hate the sea. I don't eat fish or seafood," Jace added.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2200-Bella's heart pounded wildly.

Hugh never liked the sea either. He said that the vast and mysterious ocean always filled him with an inexplicable melancholy. He preferred towering mountains, relishing in the feeling of standing at the peak and surveying the world below. In the end, he was lost to the vast ocean.

Hugh did not like eating fish either. He found it tedious to pick out the bones, but whenever Bella ate fish, he would painstakingly remove every single bone for her.

Bella was sure that he was Hugh. He had to be!

"Hugh! It's me, Bella! Don't you recognize me?! Hugh!" Bella cried out, her eyes brimming with tears as she repeatedly called his name, desperately trying to awaken his memories.

"Ms. Thompson, you've mistaken me for someone else." Jace looked at her with indifference, becoming slightly annoyed. "I have no parents, no family, and no siblings. Mr. Iverson, staring at the sea for too long can cause hallucinations. You should have Ms. Thompson's brain checked."

Bella was forcibly sent back to her room by Christopher's bodyguards.

In the dining room, the air between the two men was tense.

While Christopher brooded, Jace was eating heartily, ignoring the seething man.

"How long are you planning to stay here?" Christopher asked coldly.

"Until you successfully marry her," Jace replied as he picked up a napkin to wipe his lips. At that moment, there was a fleeting trace of aristocratic elegance in his demeanor, but it quickly vanished. "If you can successfully marry Ms. Thompson, I will leave."

Christopher's eyes darkened. "And if we don't?"

Jace calmly took a sip of water.

"You'll take my fiancée away from me and bring her to the Boss, won't you?" Christopher's shoulders trembled slightly beneath his suit.

"If you truly love Ms. Thompson, this is the only correct choice," Jace said, suddenly rising from his seat. "If you do manage to marry her, then the Boss will send his blessings to you both."

With that, Jace turned and walked away.

His tall, proud figure retained a trace of the heroic spirit he had once possessed as a chief pilot.

Christopher was temporarily stunned, but then everything became clear.

Grant's mind was complex, and his understanding of human nature was unparalleled.

He had sent Jace here not only as a backup plan but also to stabilize Bella's emotions. With " Hugh" by her side, would she still want to run? Would she still think of escaping?

*

For five days, Justin and the Thompson siblings turned the entire country of Sentania upside down. They started searching every island, every sea, and every city, leaving no stone unturned.

Declan had also arrived with reinforcements, joining Justin and Asher in combing through every island.

The nights were pitch black, obscuring the landscape and making it nearly impossible to find anyone. Additionally, wild animals roamed the lands. Despite this, Justin showed no intention of retreating, continuing to search for any sign of Bella.

Time was running out.

The mere thought of Bella being held captive by that beast Christopher made Justin's heart ache. He could not allow himself to stop or slack off, not even for a moment.

Ralph and Declan were both on the verge of collapse, but Justin kept pushing forward relentlessly.

They both worried that Justin's body would give out before they could find Bella.

By the sixth day, everyone was utterly exhausted.

"We could keep searching like this for a year and it would still be hopeless! We don't have enough manpower to search the entire country!" Declan slammed his fist over the map spread out on the table.

Even Ralph, a seasoned police officer, had come down with a fever due to the relentless stress, relying on medication to push through.

They were all stretched beyond their limits, but the search area was too vast. They needed more support.

However, this was Sentania, not their home country. There were too many obstacles, and even the President, Bella's brother-in-law, needed royal approval to deploy the military.

As they reached another dead end, Camilla suddenly appeared, leading a familiar young woman into their midst.